Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.